Em Jay

Desiree meets Giuseppe while he serves jail time in prison under a false name. He hunts her down, their obsessive tendencies colliding in a kaleidoscope of murder, death and lust. Chaos ensues. His creed? He will always be honest. I met him in prison. Now that I look back, maybe that should've been a reg flag. He was chained like a monster, even in his cell. The darkness cast a harsh shadow on his face; it suited him. He looked at me indifferently. "Who are you?" He rasped lowly. I smiled feebly. "I'm Doctor Brown. Can you tell me your name?" He sat back in the chair, as it creaked under his massive stature. "I'm Ray." I nod, writing it down. It seems he knows his name. "So, do you mind telling me why you're in here?" He shrugged. "Hit and run." I nod, writing that down. "And did you do it?" He focused those brown eyes on me, fixed on my face. "Yes." I nod slowly. "Okay. And did you mean to?" "No." I look up at him. "No?" "No." He stated lowly.

Kira is running away from an unknown entity and comes across Miran, a notorious alpha who does not believe in love. Miran takes her in. Slowly but surely romance begins to grow between the two. He brought her to his nose. She didn't smell like a wolf. He pulled her lips up. No fangs. And yet...human didn't seem to be a good descriptor either. "She's an adult at least. It doesn't seem like she's borne children by her hips. Perhaps no one will come looking for her," Lucian remarked. "Still, we run the risk of her just being an infiltrator." Miran pursed his lips. "Take her to the guest room. I will see to her myself. I'll let her stay a week tops. Then send her back where she came." Lucian threw her over his shoulder. "Be careful with her. She's fragile."

Auto took a sip of his drink, watching her move. Gods, her body. Brown skin, looked soft to the touch. Her hips curved, giving her an hourglass figure. She and her friend grinded on each other, making every man drool. He'd have her. He had to. His c*ck stiffened, as he imagined all the interesting positions he could get her into. His shift was over at three, and it was already pushing two thirty. She was going home within him tonight. Or at least, she was going to the bathroom. Or the lobby. Parking lot. As long as he got inside her he didn't give a f*ck where he was. A customer asked for a drink, snapping him out of his inappropriate musings. Auto fixed up the drink, his eyes rarely leaving his target.

Alpha Dorian has retained his honor but at the cost of his pack's influence. He stumbled upon a lone Priestess and assumes their brief encounter will be their last, but to his surprise and dismay, she is captured and forced to participate in a hunt-and she is the prey. Isolde is a Priestess of the Moon Goddess, one of the last surviving few. Her sisterhood has been hunted almost to extinction by greedy Alphas looking to gain power. Dorian saves Isolde, claiming her as his own. He vows to protect her with only one request: bless him in his efforts to reclaim his former glory-and his honor. But glory is not the only thing Isolde seems to be claiming on Dorian's behalf. She slowly begins conquering his heart. All is not what it seems though, and Dorian's quest has more layers than foreseen. Isolde, one of the last Priestess of the Moon Goddess uses her blessing on Dorian, to protect her family. But can she protect her heart?

Scott is a serial killer on the prowl for his next victim. He abducts Morgana, who he quickly finds out will not go down easily. Scott and Morgana engage in a dance of wits, both trying to out manipulate the other. Scott has Morgana under his thumb, or so he thinks. Who is the real captive? "Um...so are you Italian?" She asked. He glanced back at her in the rear view mirror. "Huh? No, no, just regular American." "That's kinda problematic," she murmured. "Oh, sorry." "Are you a mob boss then?" "Nope." "Then...then why did you kidnap me?" He paused. "I have some unresolved issues from my childhood, especially pertaining to my mother I think that's where this all started—"

C O M P L E T E D Luciano Vitale rules Chicago-his one rule? No one is indispensable. Savannah Helms has been through horrors, but she stayed alive. Now though, Luciano Vitale has taken a keen interest in her and it's dubious it'll stay that way. All his life, Luciano has believed that no one was indispensable. What happens when he meets a woman that changes that? I step into the alleyway, scrolling through my phone. Holy crap, it's late! These hours are ridiculous. I sigh, looking for a cab. I start to call the number when I notice a commotion. I put the phone to my ears, ignoring the noise. There's always noise around these parts.

A MFM Poly story Cain and Ezra have been together a long time. Childhood friends and codependent, they stay together through better or worse-though they lean toward worse. Their life is turned upside down when they both take in interest in a patron of their restaurant-Dominque. Their relationship twists even further, cocooning around her. But the two are toxic to one another, despite how sweet they are to Dominque. Will their toxic bond poison the relationship

BEYOND SPACE BOOK 3 (Can be read as a stand-alone) War hero Rivean and Bounty Hunter Nadia cross paths, Nadia who will do almost anything for money, and Rivean who is honor bound. They find themselves stuck together in a mission. Is there more to them? Is there light in the rough Nadia? Is there darkness in the duty-bound Rivean? The lone survivor stared out at the carnage, a wind whipping over the barren moon, as she looked out over the destruction, a dent in her armor. Her hair tucked away in a braid, a scar over the bridge of her nose and under her neck. An image flickered, making her look down. "I see you live up to your name, Conqueror," the man said. The image flickered again.

Alaric is the Vampire King, his wife to be turns up dead and he captures the likely target: A hunter named Lana. He intends to punish her, even though the proof isn't as solid as it could be. but slowly he becomes entranced with her, but his actions come back to bite him. Will he be able to convince her to fall in love with him after his many mistakes. Will the King of the Vampires be able to bring his family back together? Lana struggles with her feelings for Alaric and her duty to her Hunter family, and herself.

Monika is an unfortunate woman who has experienced a lifetime of terrible luck. She thought her luck had finally turned around when she became betrothed to Duke Mathew. Monika prayed to the God of War on the eve of her wedding in hopes of currying favor and blessing her marriage. She sips from the goblet of wine and finds herself taking her last breaths, courtesy of the poison Duke Mathew slipped her. Instead of meeting the afterlife, Monika awakens and discovers she was saved from an untimely death by none other than Slade, the God of War. Monika soon falls for the gentle giant, but as history has proved itself time and time again, Monika's luck runs out when Slade's powers begin to wane, weakening him to near death. To save her love, Monika determines she must take her luck into her own hands and band together with her adoptive family of demi-gods to save Slade and become what she was always destined to be...the Goddess of War.

Grim is on a mission. To avenge the women he loved and lost to the terriost organization Nabis. He's doing everything he can to stop them-traveling around the globe, destroying them. He's done with love. He's done with women. But one woman won't give up her quest for his heart. He put his hands around the woman's slim neck, squeezing tightly. "You know when you're in a life or death situation, your body goes into flight or fight mode. Do you know why?" She clawed at his hands. "It's because you want to survive. And your body would do anything to survive. But you no what else is interesting? It's that...you won't be surviving today. Isn't that just crazy?" He smiled, as her face turned blue. She scratched his hands making him look down in disinterest. "He had it coming," she scratched out. He quirked a brow. "Oh?" He said quietly, cocking his head. "Who's He?"

Xiomara gets entangled with a wonderful man, Mikhail Romanoff. But a looming shadow casts a deathly pall over the relationship, his brother, Lev Romanoff, who seems less of a brother and more of an obstacle. Mikhail and Lev Romanoff are childhood best friends, sworn to be together forever who are closer than friends should be. Their relationship gets complicated when Mikhail attempts to introduce Xiomara into their relationship, and the smug, sadistic, vindictive, Lev is not willing to play nice. Slowly though, Lev begins to turn around, intrigued by Xiomara. The three embark on a polyamorous relationship. but the Romanoff's mysterious job and Xiomara'son doubt soon begin to complicate their new dalliance.

Alexander Sullivan is the CEO of a financing company, who despite his better judgment, lends out a considerable sum to a desperate man. Sure enough the man is injured, and with no assets, and no property offers up his only daughter as collateral. Alexander is hesitant to take her, not wanting to be apart of such a shady arrangement. He offers a new contract, giving her time to pay her fathers debts off. However, he finds himself attached to her, and wanting to stake his claim more than he thought he would. The two embark on a love hate relationship.

Adrian left the room, dialing the number. Another deal with the devil? It was better than trying to hunt them himself. "If it isn't Adrian Hades," Giuseppe grinned. "Calling for another deal?" Adrian sighed, regretting it already. "Can you—" "Yes." Giuseppe answered. Adrian sighed again. "Can I finish?" "No need. You want to eliminate the remaining members of the Nabis that raise a threat to you and your family, and you would like me to do it for you, isn't that right?" Adrian swallowed. "Yes." Giuseppe grinned. "You know, my wife, she's wonderful. She could take the last hundred out in...what? A week? Tops." "And the payment?" Adrian asked. "Ah...we'll you already owe me one. But I'll let you off, if you answer a question, Adrian Hades of the Special Forces."

Formerly Saving his Angel Marco has it all; nothing. He truly has nothing at all. However, when he hears a car accident and a piercing scream, his instincts force him to take action. It's there, in the midst of blood and wreckage, that he meets and begins to save His Angel. IT ALL HAPPENED SO FAST. The sound of tires squealing, the scream of a horrified angel close to fulfilling her nicknames sake, and praying she didn't. Not yet. Then the echoing crash, ravishing the sunset blazed street with a vengeance no one deserved. The shouts, the commotion, the frenzied 911 calls. 50 some people calling; no one getting through. Then the wails of the sirens aboard the 3 EMS ambulances, the frantic, ear-shattering horn of the fire brigade. Next came the chatter of first responders and cops; Yelling orders. Making lists, taking names, checking it twice. But Santa wasn't coming to town. No, Fate was coming to town and she happened to be a certified b*tch. But boy, did she work wonders. To conclude the tragedy, there was that short, bitter silence. Sort of like the one that most had missed. It was between the crash and 911 calls. That patch of silence, patched two people together. Whether or not they'd stay that way; whether or not they should-- well, that was up for debate.

A killing game has begun. Tomassa is sent from Sicily to kill the Don and is Caught in a game of life and death. Erin is just his next door neighbor. He stared down at her. "I moved in. The lady who lived here moved out. You understand this much, no?" She swallowed. "When did you move in?" The man said nothing for a beat before bending down to her face. "Let me make something clear: I am not your neighbor. We are not friends. Do not ask me anything. Mind your own business and keep the noise down." She frowned. "You can't tell me what to do," She insisted. "Who are you anyway?" He stood to his full height, sighing. "I am very private man. Very busy man. So you," He raises a gloved finger to her lips. "Shhhhh. Okay, topolina?"

"What do you want from me, huh?!" She smirked at me, smoothing my tie. "I want you. All of you. I want to make you fall so hard for me, that no one will ever be able to help you back up." She pulled me in close, those beautiful eyes dull. "I want to break you, like you broke me, and leave you on the floor, bleeding from your heart. Then, I want to burn you down until you're nothing but golden ashes mixing in with the dirt." I reach for her, pulling her into my arms. "I think I'd enjoy that." "Are you crazy?" "Maybe. But I've always loved to play with fire."

Shiro is an assassin for the Yakuza. Sapphire works at a coffee shop. A misunderstanding causes Shiro to capture her. But he quickly releases her insisted she was innocent. Sapphire does not know if she agrees. She was working at a coffee shop. "Oh, no. Shh...I know you didn't do it. It's okay. I won't hurt you. Please, what's your name?" "Sapphire." He smiles. "That's a wonderful name. Swell. Gorgeous like you." She looked away. He came a little closer. "Please don't be scared. You're...you're innocent. I won't hurt you. Here, let me untie you." He smiled softly, cocking her head. "You've got a...really wide eyed look yknow? Like...doe eyes." She covered her face. He chuckled. "Oh don't be shy. It's cute. Are you hungry?" She nodded. He offered a plate. "Eat. Eat baby." He watched her carefully, smiling at her every move. "Is it good?" She nodded, her cheeks full of food. He chuckled, rubbing her cheek gently. "You're so cute." She blinked. "Thought you were a gangster?" He paused. "Well I am." "Gangsters hurt people. Kill people. But you seem nice. Is it because...you want to hurt me in a different way?" He stands. "I assume you're asking if I'm going to violate you." She nodded. "Are you?" He crouched down. "No. No I am not. No one is. No ones gonna hurt you. This was all a misunderstanding. The boys thought you stole something. But I know you didn't." She swallowed. "Then why am I here?"